Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.